Sirius Passion
by Pyro Vampiress
Summary: A woman that went to school with Sirius Black and fell in love with him narrates what his life was like and how she was involved in it...and the astonishing thing she discovers that may be able to bring him back. Sirius' 1st year-after Harrys left Hogwart
1. How We Met

What happened to Sirius Black is truly one of the biggest tragedies I have ever known. He was a good man, who had tried to live a good life amongst many struggles, only to disappear forever beyond the veil in the Ministry's Department of Mysteries, another man dead to whisper to the living. I miss him very much.

You probably wonder, Who is she, to say she misses someone when she was not even present when the man had died, as were the few people living to whom he remained close to? You wonder, How come no one knew of her relationship with this man before coming forward just now?

If you will take the time to listen, I will take the time to explain. I will explain all about my relationship with Sirius Black, and how much in love we were with each other.

While I cannot speak for you, it is my belief that it only makes sense to start at the beginning. I was ten years old, soon to be eleven, and I was about to begin my experience as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I was excited, a little nervous, yes, but excited. I stood on Platform Nine and Three Quarters with my mum, dad, and older sister. My sister was returning to Hogwarts for her third year of school, and I had a lot to live up to as far as social status was concerned. She was attractive, with a nice body and a long sheet of dark brown hair. She was only thirteen, but she had a lot of friends and was really into boys. My mum and dad hugged us both and helped us take our luggage over to the train.

"Now, Ashley," my dad said to my sister, putting his hands on her shoulders and giving her a smile that told her he was serious about what he was saying, "do not ignore your sister. I want you to check up on her and help her when she needs help. Don't abandon her for your friends."

Ashley raised her eyebrows and said impatiently, "Okay, Dad."

"I mean it."

"Okay, Dad!"

"All right, girls," my mum said, putting a hand on each of our heads (Ashley huffed and looked away in annoyance), "be good, do well in your studies, write, and have a good year."

"Thanks, Mum," we both mumbled. We picked up the rest of our luggage and got on the train.

I looked left and right, not sure where to find a seat. Should I get an empty compartment, and hope someone comes in and talks to me? Or would it be cooler for me to find a compartment that already had people in it and ask them if I could join? I bit my lip, unsure of what to do. I wanted to be a cool kid like my sister, because if I was not, I knew Ashley would make me feel bad a lot and subtly show our parents how she had more of a life than I.

Of course, I realized she had just turned thirteen, and I would not even be eleven for another two months, and let's face it, at eleven, not a lot of kids really had a true social life. Still, I felt I had to start ahead of time.

"Don't bug me unless you really need something," Ashley told me, moving past me with her trunk. "Maybe I'll see you later. Be good." Before I could say anything, she was further down the train and in a compartment with her friends. I knew better than to follow, so I went in the opposite direction. I was thinking I would find a compartment that was not empty and try to be assertive and make friends, but what if I mistook older kids for younger ones? Then they would just make fun of me.

I decided to just find an empty compartment and hope for the best.

I found one, dragging my trunk inside and plopping down on the floor with an "oomph!" I kicked it against the wall and sat down, placing my feet on top of the trunk. I then took my bag from off my shoulder and set it on my lap, looking up at the open doorway. Chatting students walked by without sparing my compartment a glance. Sighing, I decided to pull my notebook and quill from my bag so I could doodle. I did not want to look like the awkward, lonely kid desperate for some company. I wanted to appear as if I did not care whether anyone joined me or not, like I was perfectly content by myself. I started sketching a cartoon of myself sticking gum in my sister's perfect hair.

I went at sketching for a couple minutes, looking out the window once to check that the train had not started moving yet. I was actually getting quite into my drawing when I heard a knock that startled me and made me jump slightly.

Looking up, I saw a boy standing in the doorway. He was tall and thin with pale skin dark eyes. His black hair was styled perfectly, not being too long, but not really being a short cut. His bangs were growing out and they framed his face perfectly. He was cute, but there were a lot of cute boys and I did not really think much of it.

The boy grinned at me. "Sorry I scared you," he said. "I was just wondering if I could join you. I don't really know anyone yet."

"Sure, no problem," I told him as if it was nothing. I would have preferred a girl to come find me, but I had had a lot of guy friends when I was younger and did not mind.

"Thanks," he said. He pulled his trunk inside and set it on the seat next to him, sitting across from me. "Whatcha drawing?"

"Huh? Oh, this. It's just something stupid I started. It's of my sister and I."

"Can I see?" the boy asked.

"Oh," I said, taken aback, "well, yeah, I suppose. I mean, it's nothing neat, it's just a doodle I did because I was bored." I handed him the notebook and he looked at the picture and laughed.

"Nice," he said, handing it back to me. "So, what's your name?"

"Emma Benson. Yours?"

"Sirius Black," he answered with pride. "So what house do you want to be in?"

"Well, my sister's in Ravenclaw, but I think I'd rather be in Gryffindor," I told him, surprised about how I had answered this question honestly for the first time. Most of my family expected me to be in Ravenclaw with Ashley. The thought of them finding out I was in another house made me bite my lip.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked.

"Nothing. I just hope my parents don't get mad if I am in Gryffindor. It'd be better than Slytherin, but still…I just think they might be a little bummed if I'm not in the same house as my sister." To my annoyance, Sirius chuckled. "What?"

"Well, they won't wallop you, will they?" he asked with a laugh.

"No…" I raised my eyebrow. "They love me. If anything, they might just make a couple comments or something. I don't know."

"If they love you then you'll be fine. Don't worry about it," Sirius said breezily, leaning back in his seat and clasping his hands relaxingly behind his head.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?"

"What house are you hoping for?"

Sirius looked at me for a brief moment in a way that suggested to me he was hiding hesitation before answering, "Gryffindor."

"Do your mom and dad want you in a different house?"

"Eh, maybe," he shrugged. "Doesn't really matter to me what they want." Sirius grinned, but I thought he was showing me false feelings on the matter.

Before I could ask anything else, however, another boy's head popped into the doorway. This boy's hair was black like Sirius', but it did not have the same elegance. As a matter of fact, it was quite messy. I wondered if he had even brushed it before coming to the train station. He wore glasses over a pair of hazel eyes and his skin was a little more tan, seeming to see the outdoors more often. He was only a little shorter than Sirius and was a little more stockier in build.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and said, "Hey, could I sit with you guys?"

"Sure, mate," Sirius responded jovially, patting the seat on the other side of his trunk. I nodded. The new boy sat down where Sirius had gestured and placed his trunk under his feet like I had with mine.

"Thanks. So who're you guys?" he asked.

"I'm Sirius Black, and that's Emma Benson," Sirius told him. The boy held out his hand.

"James Potter," he said confidently, first shaking Sirius' hand, then reaching over to shake mine. I smiled politely as I did. These boys both seemed quite confident. I wondered if they would be friends with someone like me or if they would be too cool and want to find better people to hang out with.

The train started moving. I noticed the boys seemed to be getting along quite well with each other. I wondered: if they became friends, would there still be room for me?


	2. Finding Our Friends

When the train arrived at Hogwarts, Sirius, James, and I lugged our trunks outside to be taken to the school while we were directed, along with the other first years, over to the largest man I had ever seen. He had us all gather around him, and then lead us over to the lake, where a large number of boats were waiting, apparently, for us.

"Four to a boat," his voice boomed. Sirius, James, and I walked over to one of the closest boats to us to be followed by a girl with long, red hair and green eyes.

"Hey," she smiled. "You guys mind sharing a boat?"

"No problem," I answered. She said thanks and we both went in the boat and sat down. Then came Sirius, followed by James, who tripped and fell in the boat. Sirius and I both laughed while the other girl looked concerned. James jumped back to his feet, grinning, and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"I'm good," he said, sitting down.

"We could tell," Sirius laughed.

The boats started to move on their own, floating across the black water under the night sky. I looked up at the moon for a moment, being in awe of its beauty, before looking back at the girl. She was rather pretty, and I felt a slight tinge of jealousy at the thought of all the guys that would probably chase after her when we got older. The feeling quickly left though and I figured if I wanted to learn to make friends, I should try starting a conversation.

"So, what's your name?" I asked her.

"Lily Evans," she smiled. "You?"

"Emma Benson." I looked at the boys and said, "This is Sirius and-"

"Potter," James said before I could finish. "James Potter."

Lily smiled uncomfortably and nodded as James grinned at her. Sirius and I looked at each other, smirked slightly, and looked away to avoid laughing.

Not too much later, we were inside Hogwarts. The giant man, Hagrid, had told us to wait in the large Entrance Hall and left. We all stood there, staring upwards in awe at the staircases and at the portraits. I remember thinking how big the place was and just being so fascinated. Lily gasped.

Sirius, James, and I looked around at her. She was gaping at one of the nearer portraits, in which the man painted had just taken the grapes out of the bowl on the table he was sitting at to consume them.

"No way!" Lily exclaimed breathlessly. "The pictures _move_?"

"You Muggleborn?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah," Lily answered a little defensively. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Sirius said genuinely. "I think that's pretty cool."

"Oh," Lily answered in pleasant surprise. "Thanks!"

"Yeah, I do too," James spoke up.

Before anyone else could do or say anything, there were echoing footsteps and we all looked around to see a woman with a stern face and her hair in a tight bun walking down the stairs. She stopped between the large doors to the Great Hall and the mass of us students and looked over us like a hawk trying to pick out the best meal. Everyone instantly stopped talking, for we all got the idea that this was not a woman to cross.

"I am Professor McGonagall," she said. "I am also Deputy Headmistress here at Hogwarts. Before the sorting begins, I'd like to go over the main rules here."

As she began speaking of the different policies at Hogwarts, and of the House Cup, I felt a pang of nervousness at the mention of the word "sorting". I looked at my new friends to see if I could sense the same type of feeling from them. Lily was listening intently to what McGonagall had to say, looking focused and confident. Sirius and James were being the exact opposite, and were playing rock, paper, scissors with their wands. Well, they obviously were not worried either. I decided that if none of them were, I probably had no reason to be.

When McGonagall was done talking, she opened the doors and led us for our first time into the Great Hall. I looked around at all the older students, who stared at us. I spotted my sister at the Ravenclaw table, hoping for maybe a reassuring smile or a thumbs-up or something, but she just gave the smallest nod and looked away. I rolled my eyes and turned them towards the front. We all made a line like McGonagall had instructed and the sorting began.

They were going alphabetically, I realized. That meant that I would be one of the first people to go.

"Evans," I heard a voice from behind me hiss. Lily, who was standing in front of me, turned around and looked at my. I nodded over my shoulder and followed her eyes as she looked to see who had called her name. It was a boy a couple people behind me with dark, greasy hair and a hooked nose. He smiled in a kind of unsure way and waved at Lily.

She returned the smile and waved back, whispering, "Hey, Severus."

The boy named Severus grinned. "Hope you'll be a Slytherin with me."

"I don't know, Sev," Lily replied a little uncertainly. "I guess we'll see. I'll talk to you later though. I don't wanna get in trouble."

Severus nodded and Lily looked at me, whispering, "He goes to the same playground I did."

"Oh, cool," I said, feeling a little insecure. Even the girl that grew up as a Muggle already had a friend before arriving at Hogwarts.

_Don't sweat it_, I told myself. _You already made some friends pretty quickly. You're doing fine_.

James, who stood in front of Lily, was looking over his shoulder at Severus with a somewhat distrustful expression. He caught my eye so that Lily did not notice and mouthed, "Do you know him?"

I mouthed, "Nope," and shook my head. He nodded, shrugged, and then resumed facing forwards.

Before I knew it, however, I heard McGonagall call, "Benson, Emma!" I felt a tightening in my stomach and suddenly found my face feeling a little hot. My hands felt like they could not stay still so I shoved them in the pockets of my robes. I stepped out of the line and walked forward, trying to keep my eyes straight ahead without looking at anyone else. As I walked, I felt someone poke my shoulder, making me jump slightly. I looked around and Sirius was standing in front of James. He grinned at me in a way I knew meant good luck and I felt a little stronger.

Now at the front, I walked over to the stool, and sat down, having a brief view of all the students watching me before my sight was darkened by the Sorting Hat being placed on my head. It slid past my ears, however, being quite large.

A voice entered my head.

"Hmm," it said, and I realized it was the Sorting Hat, recognizing its voice from when it sang its song. "You've got brains, quite the clever one, a little insecure, yes…but quite loyal, and actually, rather daring. Yes, quite the adventurous one, you are. Hmm…you seem best in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, but which one…"

_Gryffindor!_ I thought. _I want to be in Gryffindor_.

"Well," the voice said, "if that is where your heart desires…"

Then, out loud so everyone could hear him, the Sorting Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

There was applause and I could hear Sirius and James yelling, "Wooo!" I grinned as the Sorting Hat was lifted off my head and happily made my way over to the Gryffindor table, where I was winked at and nodded at in encouragement. I found a spot that had a few empty seats and sat there, hoping that if Lily, Sirius, or James made it into Gryffindor, they would sit by me.

There were a few more kids after me before McGonagall called, "Black, Sirius!" I watched as he gave James a light punch on the shoulder as he left the line, walking with his head held up. His eyes wandered over to me and he smiled. I returned it, thinking that I saw a slight shadow of fear in his eyes. He looked at the stool, though, and I figured I had imagined it, because Sirius did not strike me as the type to be fearful. He sat down, and the hat sat quietly on his head for a while.

_Wow_, I thought. _The Sorting Hat must really be debating with Sirius._

Finally, it opened its patched mouth and yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Sirius hopped off the stool and beamed as he walked over to the table. For a moment, I worried he was going to sit somewhere else, but he walked along the table until he sat down in the seat by me.

"Hey. Congrats," he said, holding up his hand for a high-five.

I slapped my hand against his and replied, "Thanks. You too."

"Thanks. Now let's see where our dear friends, James and Lily end up."

I giggled slightly. "I think James likes her."

"Ya think?" Sirius said. I laughed and looked back up at the stool.

Sirius and I watched the next group of people get sorted before McGonagall called, "Evans, Lily!" Lily was put in Gryffindor as well and she came over and sat on my other side. The three of us sat there and waited eagerly for James to be sorted. It was starting to get pretty boring. I had my head on my hand and watched with heavy eyes as my stomach growled. I felt annoyed that we had to wait for everyone to be sorted before eating.

They were around about the middle of the alphabet now. McGonagall called, "Lupin, Remus!" and a boy with shadowed eyes and brown hair made his way over to the stool. He looked calm but tired as the hat was placed on his head. It took a moment before the hat burst, "GRYFFINDOR!" Remus Lupin walked over to our table, smiling awkwardly at the applause before stopping to look for a place to sit. Thinking he looked like a nice boy, I motioned for him to sit in the seat across from us. He gave me a grateful smile and did so.

"Hey," Sirius greeted. "Did McGonagall say your name was Remus?"

"Yeah," Remus nodded. "What're your guys' names?"

"Emma," Sirius gestured at me, then at, "Lily,", then pointed to himself and proudly stated, "And I'm Sirius."

"Cool," Remus grinned.

More and more people were sorted, including a small boy with watery eyes and a pointed nose named, "Pettigrew, Peter!" This boy had the hat on for a while before being sorted into Gryffindor as well. He tripped slightly as he stood up from the stool and watched Sirius and Remus as if steeling himself. I observed him, thinking he seemed nice, but something about the way his eyes shifted made me feel like he could not be trusted. I thought it was a stupid judgment to make, but still found that I was not eager to speak to the boy anytime soon, and acted as if I did not notice him standing there. After a moment, he sighed, and found a seat that was close to Sirius but that was not right by him.

Shortly after, James had walked quickly up to the stool when McGonagall called, "Potter, James!" and was swiftly placed in Gryffindor. He sat to the right of Sirius, who high-fived him and said, "Sweet!"

"James," Lily said and James looked at her immediately.

"Why, yes, Lily flower?" he blinked innocently. Lily stared at him for a moment.

"Um, this is Remus."

James looked at Remus, who looked back at him uncomfortably. Taking him by surprise, James grabbed Remus' hands with both of his and vigorously shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Remus!" he said jovially.

"Er, you too," Remus replied, obviously unsure of what to say, looking taken aback but pleased.

After a few more slow minutes, the greasy-haired boy named Severus that had spoken to Lily in line walked hunch-shouldered up to the stool, to quickly be placed in Slytherin. He smirked as he stood up, and walked over to the appropriate table. I noticed him look across the hall at Lily, who gave him a strained smile and turned to talk to me.

After another ten minutes, the sorting was finally finished, and the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore stood up. He was a tall man with half moon spectacles, a curved nose, and a long white beard to match his hair. His sparkling blue eyes twinkled as he beamed down at the students before him.

"While I would like to share a few words with you," he announced, "I am quite sure you are all rather hungry, and would prefer to engage in the feast than listen to me blab. So on that note, tuck in!"

As soon as he had finished that sentence, an enormous amount of food appeared on the tables. There were gasps and exclamations of wonder and excitement as us first years marveled at the feast before us. I found myself practically drooling as I looked up and down the table at my options. There were all different kinds of meats-various chicken parts, both fried and grilled, steaks, pork chops, ribs, ham, and turkey. There was a variety of pastas-spaghetti, fettucinni alfredo with shrimp, chicken, and vegetables, rigatoni, and lasagna. There were roasted potatoes, baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, and cheesy potatoes. There were salads with every type of dressing you could think of. There was seafood like salmon, grilled shrimp skewers, fried fish, and crab legs. I could not begin to tell you how excited I was. I grabbed a plate and dished a skewer of shrimp, a helping of salad with Italian dressing, and a slab of ribs.

As I chewed happily on my food, I looked around and widened my eyes at the sight of Sirius' plate. The boy had literally a mound of food on it! I could see a steak, a couple of chicken legs, a slab of ribs, a small hill of spaghetti and meat balls, a couple scoops of roasted potatoes, a cob of corn, some crab legs, and a little rice, and he was scarfing it all down like a little kid at Christmas.

"Geeze, don't your parents feed you?" I asked.

"Shumtimes," Sirius answered through a mouthful of food. I just stared at him, not sure if he was kidding or being serious, marveling at the fact that he could take in so much food and still be as thin as he was.

After dinner and dessert, Dumbledore stood back up. He made announcements about the school rules, about Quidditch tryouts, and about a new addition on the school grounds, the Whomping Willow, that was off limits to students. This made students throughout the hall pass looks of curiosity at each other and whisper, but Dumbledore was finished with his speech shortly after and the students were dismissed to their dormitories.

"Blimey, we should check that out!" James whispered to Sirius as they followed the Gryffindor prefect up the stairs.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I wonder why it's off limits…let's find out sometime."

"I'm sure it's nothing exciting," Remus said, his expression unreadable.

"Are you kidding?" Sirius breathed. "It's gotta be something awesome if students aren't allowed to go near it."

"Yeah!" James exclaimed happily. "We should all go check it out soon."

"No, we shouldn't," Lily said crossly, giving both James and Sirius a stern look.

"Fine," Sirius shrugged. "We'll just go without you."

"You shouldn't go at all! There's probably a good reason it's off limits. What if it's something dangerous? I mean, the tree sounds dangerous enough, being called the _Whomping_ Willow. What if you guys got killed just because you had to be stupid and check out a tree?"

"Would be our business, wouldn't it?" James grinned.

Lily just huffed, not saying anything to this. I thought that there was some truth to what she said, that it would be a stupid way to die, but at the same time, I liked the idea of the adventure involved. Not to mention, teachers would not place something that was that lethal on the school grounds, would they?

_Would_ they?

I really could not answer that.

Sirius and James continued to chat animatedly and Lily was rather ranting to me about how immature boys were, both Wizards and Muggles alike. I agreed with her but I found amusement out of it rather than annoyance like she did. Remus had remained quiet the rest of the way to the dormitories, seeming deep in thought as Sirius and James tried to involve him in their conversations.

Not much later, the prefect stopped in front of a large portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress. Everyone, even Sirius and James, stopped talking and stared from the portrait to the prefect, who simply smiled up at the portrait.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked, causing many in the group to jump.

"Platypus tails," the prefect answered. To my surprise, the portrait swung open to reveal a large hole in the wall, in which the prefect commenced to climb through. "Come along," he called. The rest of us followed suit.

When I climbed through I set my sights for the first time on the Gryffindor Common Room, where I would spend a lot of time in the future. It had a roaring fire, a few tables and chairs, and squashy furniture. It looked so comfortable and relaxing to me. I just wanted to retrieve one of my novels, sit in one of the armchairs by the fire, and read for hours. The prefect pointed out the staircase for the boys' dormitory and the one for the girls. After he left us to our own, I grinned at Lily.

"Race you to the top," I told her. She grinned back.

"You're on."

Giggling, we both ran up the stairs to our room, leaving the boys behind. After unpacking our belongings and changing into our pajamas, we both walked back down to the Common Room to find Sirius, James, and Remus laying on the floor by the fire, talking and laughing. They clearly had not unpacked or anything at all yet. We sat down by them and they made room.

"Well," James sighed in a mockingly dramatic way, rolling his eyes at Lily, "you'll be happy to know that Remus has talked us out of checking out the Whomping Willow."

"Good," Lily nodded. "At least one of you is smart."

"But only for now," Sirius added. "He said there was something cooler to check out instead."

Lily looked at Remus in a strict way, but he merely shrugged.

"It's safer than the Whomping Willow," he said.

"Yeah, how do you know?" Lily replied.

"I don't," Remus explained hastily, "but I know it's relatively safe whereas the Whomping Willow…doesn't seem like it at all."

"What is it?" I asked excitedly.

"Umm, well, I'll tell you later," Remus cast a shifty look at Lily, making it clear he did not want to bring it up around her.

"Why can't you tell us now?" she asked.

"Well…I still don't think you'll approve."

Lily rolled her eyes and stood up. "Whatever," she said in annoyance. "Fill Emma in, then. I'm just gonna go to bed. I don't want to get in trouble during my first week at Hogwarts. Good night."

"Nighty night, Lily flower!" James called after her as she walked up the stairs. She stopped, and turned, coming back down a few steps.

"Potter, if you call me that again, I'll curse you with the first spell I learn!"

Without another word, she left the rest of us. Sirius, Remus, and I were grinning, while James looked slightly crestfallen. I turned back to Remus after a moment.

"So, what was it you were talking about checking out?"

"Well," he said, "I'm pretty sure I know of a secret passage that leads from Hogwarts to the little village outside the grounds, Hogsmeade."

"You know a secret passage to Hogsmeade!" I exclaimed in a whisper, not wanting others to overhear.

"I'm pretty positive," he nodded.

"You two gonna check it out?" I grinned at Sirius and James.

"Heck yeah, we are!" James said.

"Could I join?"

"Yeah, as long as you don't tell Lily about it," said Sirius. "I think she might tell on us."

I thought about it, feeling bad at the idea of excluding Lily, but she pretty much excluded herself, and I was sure Sirius was right in that she might tell on us.

"No problem," I answered.

"Okay," Sirius grinned, "but we're not gonna check it out till we get to know the castle and our schedules a bit more, so give us about a week."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, I don't think we'll need much time."

"Um, excuse me," a timid, somewhat squeaky voice said. We all looked up to see the boy named Peter Pettigrew standing there. "Um, I was wondering if I could sit with you guys. It's just…I don't really know anyone and you guys seem like fun people."

Sirius and I traded looks of uncertainty while Remus just shrugged. James, however, scooted over and patted the ground next to him, saying, "Sure! Why not?"

Why not? I knew James meant it as a rhetorical question, but I found that I still could not supply an answer as to why not. I just felt strange feelings regarding the Pettigrew boy, and from the look on Sirius' face, he felt the same way, but as Peter sat down next to James, looking relieved, the rest of us did not protest.

We all sat by the fire for about an hour before deciding to call it a night. I made my way back up to the girls' dormitories by myself while Sirius and James ran up the stairs to the boys' dormitories, Peter trying to keep up with them and Remus yawning as he took his time simply walking up the steps.

I lay down in my new four poster bed, which was next to Lily's, and sighed contentedly.

"Good night, Emma," Lily whispered in the dark.

"Night, Lily," I smiled. I had not met the three other girls in our room, who were all sleeping already, but I did not care.

I went to sleep happy, feeling like I already fit in quite well here, and had found my group of friends. I wondered if Lily felt the same.

I knew Sirius did, and for reasons I could not explain at the time, that made me smile happily, and drift off to sleep with ease.


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